In war, what you have to do is simple, survive. ?
However, in terms of surviving, it is not so easy to do on the battlefield.
Therefore, everyone who survives on the battlefield should be grateful.
Under the gloomy sky, corpses were stacked on top of each other like discarded garbage. Some were enemies, and some were members of our own family. In front of them, they were irreconcilable enemies, but after death, they were like close brothers. Hold each other and go to hell together.
The fairest thing in the world - death, opened its arms to them all at this moment, regardless of friend or foe.
The hot blood seeped out of the corpse, taking away the last remaining warmth from the corpse, and fell on the black ground, turning the black soil into moist bloody soil, bringing a bloody nose.
Not surprisingly, Rome won.
The result of the battle was to completely annihilate the opponent.
"Huh!" Ji Mo gasped. Even he, after such a fierce fight, was inevitably a little tired.
Ji Mo, who was covered in blood, stretched out his hand to Maximus, who was sitting on the dirt and covered with stains.
Maximus raised his dark face, looked at Ji Mo with a pair of blue-gray eyes filled with sadness due to the dead soldiers, twitched the corners of his mouth, and stood up holding Ji Mo's hand. .
The sadness that was only seen by one person at the end of the season was put away by Maximus. He knew that he had other things to do. Immediately, Maximus raised his hands, looked at the surviving soldiers, and roared with a heart-breaking voice: "Rome will win!".
"Rome must win!"
"Rome must win!"
The roars coming from the souls, as if they were shouting for the lost comrades, appeared from the mouths of the still living soldiers, dispelling some of the cruel atmosphere after the war.
Ji Mo stood quietly among the cheering crowd, looking a little out of place.
He was not unhappy that the war was victorious, but this was not his country. Although he had a sense of accomplishment, he did not feel the same sense of honor as the Roman soldiers.
A hint of coldness fell on Ji Mo's face, causing Ji Mo to raise his head and look at the little snowflakes flying in the wind. Ji Mo murmured: "Is it snowing?"
The voice was low, with a hint of sadness.
"Pa!" Maximus, who thought Ji Mo was sad for the dead soldiers, gave Ji Mo a tight hug and whispered: "Don't be sad, we are going to say goodbye to this life!".
Ji Mo smiled faintly and did not explain.
At this time, a staggering figure ran toward Ji Mo from a distance with a panicked expression.
"Brother at the end of the season! Brother at the end of the season!" Finn's golden head was covered with black dirt, and he had a frightened face. Two tear tracks were obviously abnormal on the face full of stains.
Seeing Finn like this, Ji Mo had a bad thought in his mind.
And the next second, when Finn opened his mouth, even though he was mentally prepared for the end of the season, his body froze.
"At the end of the season, Brother Bruno is dead!"
Ji Mo held Finn's drooped head with both hands, lifted it up, looked into Finn's eyes, and said one word at a time: "Where?".
Finn looked at Ji Mo's dark eyes as cold as a cold pool, his eyes wet with tears again, and he pointed behind him.
"Take me there!" The voice was calm and there was no trace of emotion, but Maximus, who knew Ji Mo, could see through Ji Mo's uneasy mood from the slightly trembling corners of Ji Mo's mouth.
Following Finn, Ji Mo's mind was a little confused. Under his indulgence, even his iron will could not suppress the images that kept flashing through his mind.
When he first came to this plane, Bruno reminded him how to take care of his weapons.
Explain to him the situation in the military camp.
During the first war, he said that he would follow him and protect himself.
When he was cultivating his inner strength, he was guarding silently at the door in order to avoid being disturbed by others.
In the camp, he was messing around with the cavalry and himself.
Then, at the end of the season, the picture in his mind stopped. Before they fought, Bruno touched his head and said with a silly smile, 'I'm not worried! 'The picture of this sentence.
Even if his face was stained with black mud, his pale face could not be concealed, his eyes were wide open, and the sharp knife was stuck in his chest. This scene of death overlapped with Bruno's silly smile in his mind.
The internal energy in Ji Mo's body was running wildly, and traces of cold air slowly overflowed, causing the snowflakes that landed around Ji Mo's body to be blown away by invisible forces, forming a small vacuum zone.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the inner strength that rioted with his mood, Ji Mo squatted down, looked at Bruno's lifeless eyes, raised the corners of his mouth bitterly, and said: "You can rest assured, we won! The war is over! Finn’s okay, and so am I! Have a good trip!”.
After finishing speaking, he reached out and put his hands on the other person's eyes, gently caressed them, and closed his eyes.
"Woo!" Finn knelt beside Bruno, his head buried deep in the ground by him, tears streaming down his face, and he said intermittently: "It's all me, it's all me! If it weren't for saving me, if it wasn't for saving me... ".
Finn cried, hitting his head on the ground harder and harder, as if he was trying to bury himself in the soil.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar behind Finn's neck to stop his movements. To Finn, whose eyes were dim with tears, Ji Mo said calmly: "Finn, live well, so that he can rest assured!".
Finn was startled and glanced at Bruno. A heartbreaking roar of pain came out of his mouth along with tears bursting out. It spread far, far away among the flying snowflakes...
Reaching out and pulling out the sharp blade from Bruno's chest, Ji Mo carried it on his back. After pulling Finn up, he looked up at the direction of their tent and whispered: "Let's go, it's snowing...".
"Yeah!" Finn wiped away his tears, nodded slightly, followed Ji Mo, and left slowly.
White snowflakes fell slowly, and the heavy snow that should have covered all the unbearable things in the world fell on the ground, but the red blood became more obvious, and even blended with the blood, making the entire ground look even more filthy.
Carrying Bruno on his back, the cheering soldiers passed by at the end of the season. The sense of accomplishment they felt before because of the victory in the war had disappeared like snowflakes under the sun. Instead, they left a trail of unsatisfactory results as they stepped on the dirty ground. Neat footprints.
"This is war..."
Ji Mo sighed in his heart, but there was a touch of sadness hidden in his calm eyes.
Feeling the faint sadness appearing on Ji Mo, Maximus softly shouted: "Mo...".
"It's okay!" Ji Mo smiled and shook his head. Looking at Caesar walking surrounded by soldiers, Marcus and Aurelius knew that he was here to greet the general who had won the battle, and immediately stretched out their fingers. Pointing at the other person, he said, "You have other things to do, don't worry about me!".
The words fell and he slowly left.
